first love
flowing wild;
ever crashing
waves in
endless succession
the us there only is;
the you that only matters
when breathing
that has not your scent in it
is not really
breath at all
first love:
total immersion,
owning both the sea and
the sky
last love
running quiet;
ever below
the surface of
what can’t be said
the us that ever is;
the you that is my lifeline
when breathing
this place again, with you,
is realizing how precious
each breath is
last love:
total acceptance,
owning both our pleasures and
our frailties
